Party’s Over
BISHOP
I’m going to die tonight.
Every bone in my body says so.
I can feel death itching its way through my veins as I cross Lexington Street, bypassing East 62nd street, heading towards the Regency.
I’m back where it all began.
In a sophisticated suit… on a sophistical corner. Getting ready to attend one of the most anticipated events in the City.
Except this time… I’m not invited.
Velvet lapels frame the dark navy suit on my shoulders, and I can barely feel the Ace bandages beneath. Patched up, put together like brand new, I find an additional pep in my step, just one day removed from the hospital.
I walk with the gait of a man who’s sitting on top of the world because although the status of my own life is pending, I know that by the end of the night, I won’t be the
